red

and as I stooped
to smell
and smile
at the roses
sitting pretty
amidst their thorns,
in the light
of a spent sky,
everything turned
a deep red
inside,
the thorns,
the stem,
and the leaves
just born,
bleeding themselves
into a reality
they must welcome
together,
filling each other
with the red
of beauty,
of grief,
and joy.